The summer holidays gave me the perfect opportunity to hone my new power. The Uchiha bloodline's Sharingan was unlike anything I had experienced — it wasn't just about seeing magic, it was about predicting movements, sensing intent, and even perceiving subtle energy flows. I spent countless hours testing its limits.
In my private training room at the manor, I set up illusions and magical constructs, sending them at myself from multiple angles. Each time, I used the Sharingan to anticipate their trajectories and counter or dodge them instantly. The more I practiced, the more natural it felt, as though my mind and the magic around me were synchronized.
I experimented with combining spells mid-flight, casting silent hexes while simultaneously blocking attacks. With the Sharingan, I could track multiple magical projectiles at once, seeing the precise moment to deflect, redirect, or absorb them. I even practiced in the dark, relying solely on the enhanced perception of the Sharingan, watching magical traces glow faintly as they moved toward me.
By the end of the summer, I had perfected the Sharingan's basic functions — I could predict movements, see magical intent, and even read subtle cues in people's expressions. More importantly, I had begun integrating it into my combat style, seamlessly combining it with my spells, potions, and alchemical enhancements.
I could feel myself becoming faster, sharper, and deadlier than ever before. By the time I returned to Hogwarts for my sixth year, I was not just a genius, I was a force prepared to dominate any battlefield — physical, magical, or political.